A Widow's Lust In Spring

Looking up at the night
Bathing in the moon and stars
Looking out at the lights
Feeling Love outgrow its scars

She feels the dewy grass
Inside her silk skirt
Surveys the flowery mass
Blooming over a world of hurt

There's nothing like tonight
She feels the wind move along her thighs

Sweet May, all the heavy rain you made
Turned the cold ground into a garden of lust today
And she waits for another prey

Starting anew at thirty three
The glimmer in her eyes still screams
For more love, lust and great folly
Peering through a young man's dreams

And she'll, in turns, stop and start his heart
Like a hurricane

There's nothing like tonight
She feels the wind move along her thighs

Tonight he'll succumb to all her charms
And the scent of lilac will evoke the time
Her long flowing hair lay across his arms
As he gazes softly at her prime